First things first – I forgot to put the disclaimer in the previous chapter, so…

DISCLAIMER: The inspiration for the previous chapter came from kaecdragon. Thanks and sorry I forgot! :)

Leilabeth – Well, your wait is over! :P

TheJokerBD – I know right? Sam WAS a bit too girly in this fic. So I have amended that and made him very macho in this one! :P And I will make someone turn into a girl, in this chapter only, actually! :D

The Mysterious Shadow – Plain weird and strange with a dash of creepy – in a good way? :P And soo sorry, but Cass gets the worst deal! *evil laugh* XD

Pottergirl2299 – Thanks for the story alert and favorite! And GREAT idea for a prank! I'll definitely put it in here! :D

Kaecdragon – I'm sorry, but I didn't get what you said – Gabe has a dog? Please explain… oh and I'm really sorry I forgot to credit the chapter to you!

Kirabaros – Yes, it was a poop missile! Thanks for laughing! :D

Aneywinchester – Thank you! :D

Thank you randomlyirritated for (unofficially) betareading my entire story and providing me with great ideas!

Wokay, on with the story!

DISCLAIMER: The inspiration for this one came from Leilabeth and TheJokerBD. Thanks! :)

CHAPTER TEN: THE OTHER SIDE OF DEAN...

Gabriel angrily yanked open his refrigerator. He snatched up anything that may have come from animals, be it meat, eggs or something he didn't recognize that had been lying in his fridge for a month. And threw them all away. He knew by now that Castiel was behind this, but he couldn't help himself. He would never eat meat, eggs, or even dairy products, ever again in his life! And it was all that moronic angel's fault. Or, he paused, it could have been Dean's idea. He does seem like the type to think up such pranks…

He straightened up, slamming the fridge door shut. Well, I'm no less! I told him I'll make him regret he ever got himself involved, and now I'll keep that promise!

Dean groaned, turning over the hundredth time. He wasn't getting any sleep. He shut his eyes tightly and willed himself to fall asleep. He could hear Sam snoring in the other bed. Castiel had to go for an errand somewhere and he wouldn't be back for a couple of days. He slid in and out of consciousness throughout the night.

When he woke up the next morning, he felt really weird. Really, really weird. He rolled of the bed and landed on the floor. The scratchy rug scraped against his bare chest. Sam's bed was empty. Sounds of rushing water came from the bathroom. He got up, eyes drooping with tiredness, hoisted up his boxer shorts (which had suddenly become loose) and had just made his bed, when Sam came out of the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.

He took one look at him, made a sound like a dying chipmunk, and rushed back into the bathroom yelling, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he slammed the bathroom door shut. "Damn you, Dean!"

Dean raised an eyebrow. What had gotten into Sam?

"Um, excuse me," Sam's muffled voice came from behind the closed bathroom door. "Could you please, uh, cover up? You can take the bed sheet if you like…"

Dean sighed in exasperation. "What the hell bro? I'm wearing boxers! And –" he stopped, clutching his throat. His voice sounded like a girl's!

"What the hell happened to my voice?" he squeaked.

"I don't know, ma'am," Sam's slightly desperate voice came from the bathroom. "But we'll figure it out as soon as you cover up, 'k?"

"'Ma'am'?" Dean said, disbelievingly. He rushed to the mirror and let out a strangled yelp when he saw his reflection. He was a girl! An attractive busty blonde!

I'm pretty hot, though, he thought, admiring himself. Yeah, I would sleep with me.

"Um, ma'am?"

Dean picked up a bed sheet and wrapped himself in it. "You can come out now!" he called out.

The bathroom door opened hesitantly, and Sam slowly stepped out, eyes on the ground. Without looking at Dean, he said uncomfortably, "Uh, you don't remember coming here? Are you sure? Do you remember a man, uh, a bit shorter than me, dirty – blonde hair cut in a crew cut, fancies himself as a ladies' man?"

"Hey!" Dean said indignantly. "I don't 'fancy' myself as a ladies' man! It ain't my fault if the ladies like me!"

Sam's eyes widened. "Dean?" he said, incredulously. "Is that you?"

"Hey, Sammy,"

Sam sighed in relief. "Thank God! I thought you ditched some girl here and ran off, leaving me to deal with the consequences!"

"I wouldn't do that to you!"

"You have done that before, Dean, remember?"

"Oh yeah…good times…"

Sam glared at Dean; then chuckled. "Alright, Deanna, let's find you some clothes that fit you! The female you, I mean…"

"Shut up, Sam!"

A few hours later, after some 'this'll make me look like a girl!' on Dean's part and some 'You are a girl, Dean!" on Sam's, they finally collapsed, exhausted, at a bar, having bought one outfit, which Dean now wore.

"Did you call Cass?" Dean asked.

"That's the seventy–eighth time you've asked me that," Sam said, infuriated. When Dean kept looking at him, he sighed. "Yes Dean, I've called him again and again. He's not picking up. I've left a dozen messages on his cell. He's probably busy, Dean."

"Call him again. Tell him to drop everything and come right now." suggested Dean, curling his lip as two men in the next booth whistled and winked at him. "Damn, am I that hot?"

"Dean –" He started, but he was cut off by one of the men from the next booth who had sauntered over and placed a hand firmly on the table. He was much larger than Sam, had gigantic muscles, and smelled strongly of alcohol. Not a good combination.

"Hey, beautiful," The man drawled, with what was obviously supposed to be a winning smile, but came over more like the man was suffering from acute gastritis. "You wanna ditch Sasquatch here and join some real men over there in our booth?"

"Uh, no thanks, I'm, uh, fine with, uh, Sasquatch, here," Dean said uncertainly.

"Sure you don't want to reconsider?" The man waggled his eyebrows, which, combined with the constipated smile looked kind of horrifying. Dean looked to Sam for help.

"Look, man, he – uh, she doesn't want to come with you. Why don't you just leave her alone?"

"Why don't you just mind your own business?" he turned to glare at Sam.

"He is," Dean cut in. Both Sam and the man looked at him. "Minding his business, I mean. Me," he added, when both Sam and the man gave him blank looks. "I'm his business. Aren't I, honey?" he said, scooting over to put an arm through Sam's.

"Uh, yeah, yeah," Sam said, catching on. "So, uh, go away, before I, um, pound ya!"

The man narrowed his eyes at the younger Winchester. Then, without warning, he grabbed Sam's collar and hoisted him out of his seat. "What did you say?"

"Uh, leave her alone and nobody gets hurt?" Sam said, giving him a weak smile.

"You're dead."

He swung a fist at Sam, and would have knocked a few teeth, if he hadn't been so drunk. As it was, he missed, and the fist went into the table instead. Sam yanked his collar out of the man's grasp and drew back his fist to deliver a right hook. But, unfortunately, the man's friend had arrived to help him out. He grabbed Sam's fist and twisted it, making Sam hiss in pain.

"Alright, that's it," Dean said, and jumped up.

He went for the one twisting Sam's arm first. He punched him in the gut. The man let go of Sam and got a hold of Dean. Sam turned around and unleashed the wrath of Sammy on the poor man. He punched and kicked him until he was lying on the floor, whimpering.

"You okay, Dean?"

Dean nodded, massaging his arm where the man had grabbed him. They turned around to deal with the other one, but he had already run away.

"Phew!" Dean let out a sigh of relief. "That was close!"

"A little too close," Sam said, taking out his cell phone. "I'm telling Cass to get his butt here now."

"Hallelujah! Finally, Sam sees the light!"

"Shut up, Dean. Let's just get out of here before someone calls the cops."

Sam dialed Castiel's cell phone as they drove to another bar. This time, the angel picked up. Sam told him where they were and hung up.

"You didn't tell him what had happened?" Dean looked at him questioningly.

"I didn't think he'd believe me over the phone. It's better if he sees for himself."

"Good call."

Suddenly, the angel strode in. Sam and Dean waved to him and the angel walked over to them. He seemed confused to see Sam with the apparent blonde woman.

"What?"

"Well, I always thought Dean was more of a ladies' man,"

"See, I told you!"

"No, Cass," Sam said, shaking his head. "This is Dean."

"Oh."

"'Oh'? That's all you have to say?" Dean raised his eyebrows. "I look like freaking Kelly Clarkson and all you say is 'Oh'?"

"I do not understand how you want me to retaliate," Castiel said, bewildered at Dean's reaction.

"Whatever, just reverse whatever this is, and make me Dean, frustratingly hot ladies' man who you can't take your eyes off, again."

"If I may say so, Dean, you look much better as a woman." Castiel said. "Not that you weren't attractive as a man..."

Dean was stumped. "Uh, um, ah,"

Sam chuckled. "Would you stop making him blush so much and just turn him back?"

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